You choose silence,
When you can express,
But every minute,
You can put off the talk,
You can engage in,
That's a kind of freedom.

Taste of a lemonade,
In the middle of perplexity,
Long walks in a small county,

Experience Vibes,
New things for you,
But familiar with the locals,

Which one is true?

Sat next to a stranger,
Asked for advice.
The old man paused, then said:

"Be content.
Keep your balance.
And whatever you do—
Place responsibility before it."

I asked, "What do you mean?"

He looked ahead and answered,
"For your career,
Your behavior,
Even the words you speak—
Each carries a weight.
A responsibility comes with them."

+Asked from a butterfly: "how was the trip?"
-Responded with a regretful sigh:
" the roughest part was not knowing what's going to happen after cocoon!"

taste the light,
Just like a sip of cinnamon tea,
Let it penetrate,
It's been in an 8 minutes journey,
to reach the window of my soul.

Time is ticking, and I try.
Try to do something...
Maybe the way is the other way!
Letting go, clearing the way.
Letting things happen naturally.
Like a flower blooming in the sidewalk opening it's way.
Not out of forcing, only because the bed is rich enough...